February 2010
13 posts
True Stories From The Life Of Me
So the other night I went to a friend’s house for a house party. He was frying food all night. He had fried pickles, fried okra, fried french. When I came home, I smelled like fried.
I still smelled like fried the next day. Since it was morning, I took my jacket off of the coat rack and I placed it outside onto the fire escape. It was stinky and I wanted to blow off all of the stink.
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January 2010
4 posts
I’m sitting here trying to write a poem at 4:23 am. Not doing a very good job. I’m trying to get out how I feel today. Maybe the problem is that I’m not really sure of the feeling I have.
You meet a lot of people in a big city like this. Most of them are interesting, at least as long as you don’t speak to them for longer than it takes to say “I’m Jon. What...
Diogenes was asked,
“What is the difference between life and death?
“No difference.”
“Well then, why do you remain in this life?”
“Because there is no difference.”
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